Struggled
Aye yo
All my life, I've had one question to ask
How did I get to this point?
Huh-huh
And now, I know
I'm still introverted, and I came up with an idea
Maybe one day, I'll kill you in your nightmare
Motherfucker suicidal? Well, the knife's here
'Cause my job be finished by the end of tonight, yeah
These are the thoughts of a man that had enough
All he do is take shit, like the toilet plunge
No one ever talked to him, no one gave a fuck
Until his favorite rapper made him yell "Stupid Cunt"
Now that it's 2020, they gon' ask for lettuce
I would rather have the beef, so regret it
They put it between the bun, lookin' like a fetish
They be playin' "Doctor," spice it up with pepper
I put words together like a fuckin' poet
My crazy thoughts are gonna hit you with a closed fist
You might feel a fuckin' bruise and you won't even know it
Until you feel the wrath of my past that got unfolded
Got me fucked, I struggled
It was tough, I stumbled
Now that I had gotten through
I just wanna say, "Fuck you!"
Got me fucked, I struggled
It was tough, I stumbled
Now that I had gotten through
I just wanna say, "Fuck you!"
Driving on your cut grass with a fuckin' John Deere
Might as well get in trouble, just because your mom's here
Yelling at my right ear, then it came out the wrong ear
The blonde queer had me jumped and threw me back to Vormir
My soul was being thrown around when I was younger
I hated life, it hit me like a motherfucker
I was scared that I might end up drinking Southern Comfort
Like a fuckin' pussy stick that didn't have his mother
Got me fucked up when I fucked up like a child
Struggled through this whole shit, this shit got me wild
I was always isolated, never spoken mild
Eight years later, I be talkin' shit in style
No one never gave a fuck, now they wanna do it
But it's just too late, man, what the hell you doing?
You still have that fuckin' bruise and you ain't even knew it
I also have one and I ain't gotta prove it
Got me fucked, I struggled
It was tough, I stumbled
Now that I had gotten through
I just wanna say, "Fuck you!"
Got me fucked, I struggled
It was tough, I stumbled
Now that I had gotten through
I just wanna say, "Fuck you!"
Got me fucked, I struggled
It was tough, I stumbled
Now that I had gotten through
I just wanna say, "Fuck you!"
Got me fucked, I struggled
It was tough, I stumbled
Now that I had gotten through
I just wanna say, "Fuck you!"
Yeah, man
I've struggled, but I'm thankful for it
'Cause I wouldn't be here, if it wasn't for my past
So thank you
And as always
Until next time
All my life, I've had one question to ask
How did I get to this point?
Huh-huh
And now, I know
I'm still introverted, and I came up with an idea
Maybe one day, I'll kill you in your nightmare
Motherfucker suicidal? Well, the knife's here
'Cause my job be finished by the end of tonight, yeah
These are the thoughts of a man that had enough
All he do is take shit, like the toilet plunge
No one ever talked to him, no one gave a fuck
Until his favorite rapper made him yell "Stupid Cunt"
Now that it's 2020, they gon' ask for lettuce
I would rather have the beef, so regret it
They put it between the bun, lookin' like a fetish
They be playin' "Doctor," spice it up with pepper
I put words together like a fuckin' poet
My crazy thoughts are gonna hit you with a closed fist
You might feel a fuckin' bruise and you won't even know it
Until you feel the wrath of my past that got unfolded
Got me fucked, I struggled
It was tough, I stumbled
Now that I had gotten through
I just wanna say, "Fuck you!"
Got me fucked, I struggled
It was tough, I stumbled
Now that I had gotten through
I just wanna say, "Fuck you!"
Driving on your cut grass with a fuckin' John Deere
Might as well get in trouble, just because your mom's here
Yelling at my right ear, then it came out the wrong ear
The blonde queer had me jumped and threw me back to Vormir
My soul was being thrown around when I was younger
I hated life, it hit me like a motherfucker
I was scared that I might end up drinking Southern Comfort
Like a fuckin' pussy stick that didn't have his mother
Got me fucked up when I fucked up like a child
Struggled through this whole shit, this shit got me wild
I was always isolated, never spoken mild
Eight years later, I be talkin' shit in style
No one never gave a fuck, now they wanna do it
But it's just too late, man, what the hell you doing?
You still have that fuckin' bruise and you ain't even knew it
I also have one and I ain't gotta prove it
Got me fucked, I struggled
It was tough, I stumbled
Now that I had gotten through
I just wanna say, "Fuck you!"
Got me fucked, I struggled
It was tough, I stumbled
Now that I had gotten through
I just wanna say, "Fuck you!"
Got me fucked, I struggled
It was tough, I stumbled
Now that I had gotten through
I just wanna say, "Fuck you!"
Got me fucked, I struggled
It was tough, I stumbled
Now that I had gotten through
I just wanna say, "Fuck you!"
Yeah, man
I've struggled, but I'm thankful for it
'Cause I wouldn't be here, if it wasn't for my past
So thank you
And as always
Until next time
Credits
Writer(s): Bryce Breckenridge
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